Several church bulletins show up in my mailbox every week. I like to read them when I get the chance. I enjoy keeping up, hearing what different congregations are doing.
I frequently check out the attendance and contribution figures. Every once in a while, I'll do some math, dividing the dollars by the attendance in order to derive a figure for giving-per-person. But please don't tell anyone. That just seems so, I don't know, . . . unholy.
Anyway, I often read the articles too. I've discovered that some preachers are especially good writers. One of my favorites is Dalton Key.
But then there was this recent article, by someone I won't name, that just floored me.
The writer begins by explaining that he's a southerner, and that he likes to eat biscuits and gravy. There's just one problem. He has high cholesterol.
So, he can't have biscuits and gravy. If he had that meal as often as he wanted to, he'd soon be dead. So he lays off the biscuits and gravy.
Unlike him, though, a lot of so-called religious people give in to their own form of biscuits and gravy. They happen to like "instrumental music" and "choirs."
However, warns the writer, if they go on "practicing what they are practicing" what awaits them is "certain spiritual death." And all because they liked and indulged in instrumental music and choirs.
The article closes with these words: "When those who practice such error face the fiery pits of Hell and ponder their position for eternity surely they will not respond with the exclamation, 'But I like it!'"
How does this happen? . . .
How do people get to the point where they think that a cappella worship and the absence of choirs is part of our dying to sin?
How do people conclude, and say with a straight face, that hell is reserved for instrumentalists and choir people?
I'm no fan of biscuits and gravy. But that other part makes me feel sick.